It is there in me. Living itself out. It has built you and it has built me. It shows as if everything not me, is you. Why has it done that? It got bored of the stillness and it wanted to play. How can it resist seeing itself play? It becomes me. What is it playing with? It becomes you. What is the play? You and Me, Me and you.

Repetition, choiceless-ness, realization, enlightenment are complex synonyms of the play. The antonym is it.